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AprilDawn Apr 2015
spread over
this  ludicrously
  green lawn
tormented
by  spring rains
bruised  and battered
their purple tattered
remains  
wait to be  guillotined
by the  steady sweep
of lawn mower
blades
...those  pretty  posies   never last long in the yard  it seems.
AprilDawn Apr 2015
stripes  
never made it very high
on my fashion forward
list
the only one that wears
them well
is  the
cloud smeared sky
in this small town
tonight
I never wear horizontal stripes, but  nature  sure  striped the skies  in our small town with layered  beauty  tonight .
AprilDawn Apr 2015
in the catalpa tree
beautiful daddy flits
and flutters by
plane jane mama sits
in the branches
on patrol
spring  storms savage
this little winged family
  Lily cat's restless prowl
anticipates the promise of eggs
nothing
is ever guaranteed
You just never know which way the winds of life will blow
AprilDawn Apr 2015
no longer  careens
along the fringes  of life
this gypsy soul ‘s
rampant  
  nomadic  urges  
long since quelled
I've  roamed
so many hills and dales
crossed oceans and
floral seas
yet
here  I  remain  
serenely  sunlit
  by your dancing
sky blue eyes
as
our love syncs
deeper into  
the loving folds of time
only the bitter promise  of death  
will  part
our paths
This circus  has been set down  ! I am home, sweet, home  and have been for the past  7 years now . My Eddie ,thank you. Version  edit 2
AprilDawn Apr 2015
warm
spring day stroll
next to those
nearly naked trees
their tiny leaf buds
that flanks both
the creamy
cloud swirled
dreamy light blue sky
and the pebble strewn  dirt
path
curving  through
the local cemetery
not far from the railroad tracks
near the creek
with the squeaky metal bridge
my neighbor's leashed
fierce little  ankle biter
marks his spots
between
the plots
Afternoon dog walk through the neighborhood  today. Sunlight  and  budding trees among  the  gravestones.
AprilDawn Mar 2015
dreams
suddenly contained
your  presence
the other night
you hadn't really been there
for years
our time is over
I had to say
to your sad face
it’s not that I don’t
miss us
my life is so different
it just went
another way
After years of not seeing my late husband in my dreams , he was suddenly back again.I told him life had moved on for me ...
AprilDawn Mar 2015
down my  
bamboo bedroom shade
a little crooked
as always
straighten it out
with a frustrated sigh
shut out those
stark  street lights
prying stray cat eyes
noisy birds
nutty squirrels
wrestle the sheets
then
roll into
spoon
my honey
Our night time ritual to a "t"
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